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Whizzbang, aka, Dumbstruck the Wonder Pup gets a Bark Box every month.  We recently sent away for a box of Bully make, BB's competition, and Bullymake may be better, but more expensive.  So far I have been able to keep Whizzy off the internet and ordering at her leisure.  



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When you read this, if read this on Tuesday morning, I will have 1 day left and approximately 5 hours left of babysitting.  This is party day: swimming, making slime, having treats and ice cream.  Parteeeeeee!




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Last week was pretty exciting for early morning 2 1/2 mile walks.  One morning we were walking the spooky section across from Datsko.  There are no street lights along this area so it is dark and the fewer the glances over into Datsko, the better.  All of a sudden Whizz starts barking and lunging.  I finally was able to spy a man along the lake, not far from us just standing.  No movement.  No rod and reel, no tackle box.  Just standing.  Think final scene of Blair Withc Project.  I would have tried taken a picture for you but it was too dark and common sense told me to just keep going.  Well, wasn't that spooky.  But wait, there's more!  Continuing to the "T" where we saw the coyote a few months ago and down toward the retaining pond, and yes, still no streetlights, I noticed someone walking on the street across from the sidewalk where we were. Whizz never even saw them.  Who the Hell's out walking that time of day?


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Sociologists have determined this is the exact moment Florida turned into a national laughingstock of a state.


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I found this on Amazon and decided to buy it.  Whizz has some Aussie in her but not much.  I was driving in Pinellas APAark last weekend and a guy pulled up to us at a stop light, honked and rolled down his window to show us his black mouth cur, and thumbs up on both sides, and off we went when the light turned green.  Pretty neat encounter. 


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Speaking of curs here is Whizz, once again in her favorite sleeping position.






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I swear I only left her alone for a few moments.  But in that time she got into the food coloring.  The next day she was going to meet her new teachers and get acquainted with school.  




The last of our summer traditions:  picking up the kids on Friday and going to Dunkin Donuts.  School starts tomorrow and I am free.


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Experiment I performed with the kids.


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Last Friday was Brendan's birthday and we met him and his friend, Christina, at Cheddar's in St. Pete.   When it was over and we were doing a final chat in the parking lot Christina got out her phone and did a little typing and within a minute an Uber driver was there to whisk them off to unknown adventures.  It is amazing.  Uber is the way to go in the city. 


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An old carcass or shell of something that landed on the wall at the vet's office, for the last time.


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